I am finding it harder and harder to write. I guess because I know the end is so close. One more day. Since I didn’t really take any pictures today, I am scanning through my phone. Looking for an old photo. One from the past year that I particularly loved. Memories from blogs are often... Continue Reading →
One of those days again. I start writing. Scribble down thoughts. First in my journal. Sometimes in the app on my phone. Usually in a draft blog online. But I don't get to finish it. I am either too tired. The internet is too slow, or I simply just don't actually know what to say... Continue Reading →
Read an entire book in one go. Go straight to bed. As I add another three points on my to-do list, that's what goes through my mind. All the other things that I want to do. But I don't do all of the things I want to. Honestly I want to shut this computer down and not see it anymore for the next few days, or even weeks. But I can't. Because there are all these little things that need to be finished. Minutes from a meeting, emails to answer, blogs to write, documents to read. Sometimes I wish we lived in a world that wasn't always so incredibly online all the time. That everyone would be totally okay with pen and paper. That you wouldn't be expected to reply within a day.
Finding the perfect job. That was sort of my ideal picture a couple months ago. But first I needed a break, even though I didn't realise that back in September, and now I am not so convinced anymore that the perfect job exists. There is no such thing as a perfect job and the sociologist in me says: 'too many variables'. But there is the search, the hope, the dream that at some point, things are going to work out. In the mean time, I'll let Paulo Coelho quotes inspire me to keep dreaming.
A dear friend of mine recently started her own creative company. Okay, a company is maybe a bit of a fancy word, since a living room table functions as her desk and she only just started with her creations. This weekend she is going to sell at her first market in Utrecht. Fur box filled with little bits of a dream is ready to be shared with the world.
While I am searching for new opportunities, writing more application letters and exploring various options, I am thinking about what I wanted to be when I was a little girl. Childhood memories fly by in my mind. I'm letting them pass by to guide me in making decisions about my next steps.I have always wanted to be a teacher. I also wanted to be mayor of a municipality in the north of the Netherlands. Literally no other reason than the awesome name of the place. I wanted to write books and be an artist. I don't think I wanted to be a dolphin trainer.